Fidelity

This is no foreign concept, I assure you.

Despite what my lovers (or their village) choose to think, I assure you that I have only the purest of intentions when it comes to the fairer sex.

About that...

Having determined that sex is rarely so diligently sequenced or mandated by schedule or judgement, I consider no sex to be fair. I am merely referring to the ladies I am fucking--not the primal act itself.

Oh, and as for the gentlemen, I assure you: I have no never slept with a gentleman.

I'm too busy to sleep with anyone. I am certain I almost never sleep. Pirates don't keep their anchors much anywhere for long.

Ah, yes, fidelity. I have been accused of it, without warrant. I assure you that outside my odd tryst in Paris two summers ago, I am strictly one-at-a-time about the whole thing. Never you think that is some mandering moral concept attached, or worse, faith-induced fear. I assure you yet again that it's true for only one purpose: exhaustian.

I may have the heart of a carefree lead and the libido of a congressman but I simply cannot handle more than one affair at an instant. The small talk. The things in common--heavens, the things not in common. Their prattling family. I am not a people person. Quite honestly the only reason I conduct myself so boldly and find a new strumpet the moment the other's back is turned is only because I search--not for one to save me from myself--but for me to save myself from the previous lover.